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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

And I Remember the Thunder

Last Wednesday night we had an unexpected thunderstorm.

It was everything a summer storm should be: lightening, thunder, rain pounding on the windows. It was glorious.

On Friday my house began to smell like ass.

::blink, blink::

Seriously. Ass.

A few weeks prior, Aaron had gotten all crazy-productive and trimmed up some bushes in the front yard. Bushes that had over grown and fully blocked the basement windows from sunlight. Turns out, they also blocked them from rain.

So, the "office" in the basement completely flooded.

I put "office" in quotes because it's suppose to be the office but is really more a dumping ground for old magazines, miscellaneous papers, old baby clothes and all sorts of other crap.

On Saturday Aaron pulled out the completely-flooded, starting-to-mold rug (the major component in making the house smell like ass) and I began to do large loads of laundry with boiling hot water and bleach to salvage as much clothing as possible.

I spent the day yesterday filling two trash bags with trash, three bags full of stuff to donate and bag full of recyclable.

Of course, I had to go through every damn magazine that wasn't moldy and rip pages out of it to keep. For what, I haven't figured out yet.

And I'm keeping all my Martha's. I can't seem to get rid of those. Why is that?

So, the room is about a fourth of the way cleared out. A fourth. Oh my holy hell, a fourth.

I'm trying to make myself believe this fiasco is just what we needed to jump-start the reorganization of the basement. But seriously, why did it take the basement smelling like ass to get me to do it?

19 comments:

Because...you'd have never done it otherwise...ass smell is a serious motivator. When my basement went by the wayside last year, my niece had said "it smells funny downstairs" we pooh-poohed her and then I went to do laundry a couple of days later...ewwww...and squish squish went the carpet...sigh.

when our normally dry basement flooded, it made us wake up to the crap accumulating there. mostly the kind of crap that just loves to soak up nasty storm water... my dear husband used some 'junk' towels to soak up water. i freaked. then we got a wet/dry vac which saved our butts (and our towels).

i took 10 years of martha magazines and exacto'd out only the parts that I liked. i 3hole-punched them, sorted them into categories (crafts, recipes, inspiration pics, etc) and they all fit in a 2" binder. now i do this every couple of months with new issues. i admit, this took me a VERY long time but i'm super glad i did it.

Why can't you part with the Martha's? I'll tell you why... the photography alone is scrumpdiddlyumptious! I can't toss 'em either.

Trade ass smell for yellow lab hair, blood, slobber and pee; swap your basement for my garage and you'll know the only reason it's sparkly clean now. Had I not known better, I would have accused my husband of turning loose our vacationing neighbors dogs himself just so I'd get the whole thing spotless while he was safely at work!

I trapped 'em in there for an hour and a half while I figured out what to do and they completely trashed the place and most everythig in it.

I guess sometimes it takes a disaster to finally get things done, but I really am glad I finally tackled it, even if it wasn't on my own terms.

mmm...the smell of ass first thing in the morning...reminds me of a time my son took off his diaper while his slack ass dad napped (as opposed to watching out son!) & he smeared shit all over the tile floor (note: shit does not come out of grout easily!) & all over his daddies prize tv & speakers (note #, shit is even harder to get out of speakers than grout!)! Hope your house is now stink free!